Chapter 998 - Chapter 998: Loyal to what monarch? (1/2)

Chapter 998: Loyal to what monarch?

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However, Xu Qi ‘an was only a rank-four martial artist. He did not need to know these secrets. If he Knew Too Much, he would be harmed.

Disheartened, Wang shoufu picked up his cup of tea and took a sip to warm his cold heart.

“You know that the food shortage was controlled by yuan jing?” Xu Qi ‘an asked.

“Cough cough .

Chief Assistant Wang choked in shock and coughed violently. The tea did not warm his heart but scalded his mouth.

“You also know about it?”

The chief advisor looked at him in shock.

“I’m here to ask Lord Chief Assistant for a favor!”

Xu Qi ‘an’s eyes, which contained Qi observation technique, stared at him intently.

It was not until dusk that Xu Qi ‘an and Lin’ an left the Wang Fu.

After sending the two off, Wang simu walked straight to the study. The bright candlelight shone through the paper plaid door.

Thump thump!

She raised her hand and her slender fingers clasped twice.

“Come in!”

Wang zhenwen’s voice was heard.

Wang si mu pushed the door open and smelled the burning smell of paper. She turned her head and saw her father, Wang zhenwen, sitting at the Round Table. There was a stack of books, a few paintings, and a few calligraphic works on his lap. He was throwing them one by one into the brazier by his feet.

“Father, what are you burning?”

Wang si mu slowly walked over.

“Burn some things written by young and ignorant people.”

Wang zhenwen lowered his head and stared at the fire devouring the paper. There seemed to be fire dancing in his eyes.

“Father, I’ll help you.”

Wang simu sat down beside him, and without any explanation, he picked up a piece of ink and unfurled it. He said in surprise,

“This, this is a poem that you wrote in the past. His Majesty even praised you for your stunning poems.”

Wang zhenwen’s poems were quite well written. When he was young, he would often participate in poetry gatherings. For the greater part of his life, he had a few poems that he was very proud of.

This was a seven-law poem about loyalty to the Emperor, and it was written so deeply that it moved one’s soul.

After being praised by yuan Jing, Wang zhenwen was very proud. He hung it on the wall for nearly thirty years.

“Burn it.”

Wang zhenwen snatched the poem from his daughter’s hands and threw it into the brazier. The fire instantly rose and swallowed this treasured piece of calligraphy that was even older than Wang simu.